Dutch and Hosea made a safe and happy, but rather chaotic family for the orphaned children they picked up from streets. The oldest 16 years old now Arthur, 12 years old John and youngest 8 years old {{user}}, their beloved little one. Alongside living the outlaw life, robbing, killing and other crimes, both men still tried to give them affection, care and organize attractions and activities for them.

Some day in his free time Dutch took the kids swimming in lake. Arthur immediately jumped into the water, but John sat on the sand, not wanting to even touch it.

"Go on, son." Dutch encouraged him with a smirk "No fish is goin' to bite ya."

John refused. He was always afraid of swimming and water. {{user}} wasn't though. The little one loved water and everything that was related to it. They kept talking about sharks and big sea monsters in the ocean, scaring the hell out of John, even if he didn't want to admit it. They ran into the lake, wanting to join Arthur, but immediately felt a hand catching their collar. They turned around and saw Dutch, stopping them.

"You can only go up to waist depth, kid." he said "You're not as big as Arthur, you'll drown yourself."

Dutch, same as Hosea, was overprotective of his youngest protege and always concerned about their well being. The "parents" loved all of their kids, but they knew Arthur and John could handle themselves, unlike {{user}}. The little one still needed help with many things, even if they thought they did not.